Wale Wale Wale… it is 12:16 am Monday morning. Let us see see what time it is when I am finished.. If I stay off of facebook, this may take an hour. We will see.
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Author's Note
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Chapter 5
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"Alright," Gil said as he pulled into our driveway. "I'll be in and out. Five minutes, tops."
I unbuckled my seatbelt. " I want to get a few things," I said.
Gil looked hesitant, but he never could stop me from doing what I wanted and he knew it. He gave me a nod and climbed out. Emily kicked her legs happily, excited to be home.
I was relieved as well, even if it was only for a moment. Gil and I bought our home after Emily was a few of months old. We had been living in a two-bedroom apartment and we hadn't planned on having a family. We had just assumed that we would be a childless couple, but life had different plans. After Emily was born, I fell so deeply in love with her. Our lives took a complete turn and I can't imagine not having her around.
After a month of trying to raise a baby in our cramped apartment, we decided that it was time to get a bigger home. I had scoured the market for weeks and then finally found a four bedroom home within our price range. It was far from Gil's work, but truthfully I didn't care. It had a huge back yard and was a place we could raise our little girl. Maybe even a little boy some day… if I could talk Gil into it.
"We're not staying long," Gil reminded me as he set Emily on her feet and took her by the hand.
"I know," I said as we walked up the porch steps.
"One… two… free...poor...pie," Emily counted as we ascended.
"Go back to the car," Gil said to me, passing Emily to me.
I was confused. "What?" I asked.
I looked at our door and my heart jumped into my throat. It was standing ajar, but I hadn't noticed. I picked Emily up and backed down the stairs.
"Gil!" I hissed back up at him.
I knew what he was thinking. He drew his gun and pointed to the car. I turned on my heel and trucked a kicking Emily back with me.
"No… no!" Emily whined to me, pointed towards the house.
I didn't want to sit in the car and wait while Gil walked into a potentially dangerous situation, but we had Emily to think about now. I couldn't leave her unprotected, nor would I bring her into the house with me.
I slid into the driver's seat and locked the doors. As I waited I talked nonsense with my daughter.
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After Gil saw Sara climb into the car and lock the door, he toed the door open and raised his gun. The living room, which had been cleaned and organized when they had left that night, was completely destroyed. The couch was flipped over, the books were stren all over the room, and the photos of Emily - that usually hung on the wall - were smashed.
The kitchen was the same mess. The food from the refrigerator and cabinets were all over the floor and Emily's high chair's upholstery was slashed to ribbons. The only thing not disturbed was the clock that hung over the back door that led to the patio.
They had taken Hank to a 24-hour board, so it was impossible that he had made such a mess. He was an obedient dog that, besides the occasional shoe, never destroyed anything in the house.
"Who's here?!" Gil called out, going back towards the bedrooms.
The bedrooms were just like the rest of the house: destroyed. The decorations on Emily's walls, that Sara had painstakingly applied, had been ripped off the wall. Most of the child's stuffed animals had been ripped open and white cotton lay in piles.
Gil looked everywhere: under every bed, in every bathroom, and behind every door; there was no one in the house. Finally he put away his gun and pulled his phone out.
"Jim, it's me. Someone has destroyed my house," he said.
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I sat there, unaware of what my husband was finding and worried about what he would. In my mind's eye, I saw him finding the dark shadow man in the bathroom and being killed. I wanted him to come out of the house so that we could leave. Finally he emerged, but he looked enraged. I opened the door to the car and waited on him to walk over to me.
"Everything is destroyed," he told me.
"He was here in our home?" I asked.
How long after we left did Bezkin come? Had he been watching this entire time and destroyed our home to send us a warning, or did he come to kill us and destroy the home in a rage when he discovered that we had gone? Either way, if we had been their when he had arrived, then all of us would have been killed. He would have waited until we had fallen asleep and the…
I shook my head to keep that stream of thought from continuing. That had been happening a lot since my attack, the worst possible scenarios would play on a loop in my mind.
"Did you call Brass?" I asked him.
Gil nodded. "Yeah," he said, taking Emily and coaxing me back into the car. "We need to wait in the car."
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After Brass had left with Gil's statement, an officer stayed and waited while we rooted through the house. We packed whatever we could truly salvage and decided to travel outside of Las Vegas. It was obvious that Bezkn had more than a typical vendetta against Gil. He hated him and wanted to hurt him. And that meant hurting me and Emily.
I cried as I packed up some of Emily's clothes. A blanket that my mother had made, when she was able to make things, had been torn into two pieces. I collected both pieces and put them away. In our bedroom our wedding photo had Gil's face cut out of it. I looked for the small piece, but didn't find it. We had other photos, but it was the principle that angered me.
When we were all packed we hit the road. The car was packed full and Emily made her opinion known. She didn't understand why we weren't at home. She was used to a stable life. We went on vacations a few times, but she had a routine.
"Mommy no!" Emily cried at me.
I ached for her, but it couldn't be helped. Instead I rummaged through the glove-compartment until I found her favorite CD and slid it into the CD player.
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Author's note
Well, I guess I can stop here. It is 1:12 am. BOOM! I did it! Leave me a review, please. They make me happy, but I respect your decision not to.